by Marcus L. Rowland
"This woman puzzles me," said Gina Tuscano, playing a few seconds of the Rosslyn video. "The redhead. Everyone else ducks or looks toward the shooters. She stands there, doesn't even turn."
"Play it again in slow motion," said Toby.
"She says something before the shooting starts, and her eyes and hair seem to darken."
"Trick of the light?"
Leo came in, glanced at the screen, and said "Drop it."
"You know who she is?"
"Drop it. Presidential order. Nobody got hurt, the shooters fouled up. A miraculous escape. It stays that way."
"It stays that way. Erase the tape."